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The tempests when they rage, and onward bear, With the opposed strength of towering navies Black'ning before thee, com'st thou to my breast In soft forgiving love? I know thou dost.

Ay, in that love that would forgive to thee The sum of all thy sins, tho' multiplied Ten thousand thousand fold.— That would do in thy service—O cursed limit! That there should be what to man's sinew'd strength, In all the burning zeal of righteous boldness, Impossible is.(Clenching his hands vehemently.)

Cease! dost thou not respect these holy walls?

I do respect them, Othus; ne'er a head, Shorn to the scalp, doth bow itself more humbly Before heaven's throne than mine, albeit in truth My words unseemly are.

Come to my heart, my friend! He reigns above But there is one who stands from me aloof